Pink Mug

I bought a new pink ceramic mug yesterday, a sort of celebration for landing my new position.

It feels a bit like rarefied air, me teaching the culinary arts in West Palm Beach. A sort of picking up of a long lost chapter.

The mug is nice, ceramic like I said, with a warm pink ombré effect. I pour my Chemex brewed midnight coffee into it and sip from it in the morning while reading.

I get homesick sometimes. But then I feel foolish for getting homesick. I like cigarettes because I can stare a long time into space while enjoying one, ruminating.